Forward: This is a product of some exploration in anticipation of possibly helping to fulfill a desire my girlfriend had shared, to explore some "light rape" fantasy play. I had to do some personal exploration as I wasn't sure how I felt about it, or how the idea might be negotiated. In the process of that many ideas bubbled up. In the very early hours one morning, I was laying awake with ideas buzzing and suddenly felt compelled to start to write some of this down as a way of putting some structure to the thoughts, so I got up and started tackling it. I felt oddly inspired and excited at having something creative to write, and I enjoyed the process immensely. That first morning and later in the day I was able to write 15 pages of material amounting to just shy of 6000 words!
All this has been done before any meaningful discussion between us of any details around what her fantasy might really entail or how it might be explored or brought into our playtime, and so this work is simply an expression of my own exploration and some tentative guesses at what might be exciting, titillating and enjoyable for her within the safety of our relationship. I recognize I may be way off the mark and even over the top, but at worst, this may serve as material for further discussion. This is obviously a work of fantasy, and I look at it as one set of potentially exciting ideas even just to explore verbally, as we have not discussed many of the acts and behaviours illustrated here.
At the time I am writing this, I am unsure of when or even if I might share this with her. She knows this piece exists, and perhaps at some point we might explore it together. For now I wanted to put it out for others to (hopefully) enjoy.
The names are fictional, but the settings are very much real. Remember, rape is NOT ok. This is a work of fiction and about exploring fantasy between consenting adults.
Nicole's Stranger
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"That's odd" she thought to herself as she turned the car towards the driveway.
His car wasn't parked in its usual spot where she was used to seeing it, and all the windows of the house were dark.
Given the nature of the messages she'd received over the previous hours, she'd expected him to be home, but instead, his space was empty.
It was dark as she was getting in at her usual late hour, but this was different. She was nervous. Things had been building, and she wasn't quite sure of what to expect when she got home, and now this sudden empty feeling with him not there.
She'd been looking forward to seeing him and excited about what the messages might mean, but now the sudden loneliness and confusion.
She opened the car door and the slightly damp air of the spring evening wafted over her carrying fresh evening smells of new life.
She collected her things out of the back seat, closed the doors and pressed the remote causing the door locks to make the reassuring chorus of thunks. What a secure and comforting sound that could be, but right now it just served to remind her of her isolation.
She walked up the steps opening the mudroom door and stepped inside. The mudroom was small enough that the bags on her shoulder propped the outer door open while she fumbled to reach for the house key in its usual hiding place amid the detritus of garden gloves, tools and bits and bobs in the baskets along the rear wall.
The mudroom was just visible from the street past her car and was dimly lit, but it felt even more solitary in her loneliness.
She felt it first sudden and surprising, an arm reaching over her right shoulder and across her chest, and a hand falling across her mouth from her left.
She couldn't catch herself in time and her body startled, to which the arms clamped down tightly and she felt something cold and hard just under the left side of her jaw.
"Shhhh.... Don't make a sound." a familiar tenor breathed into her ear, but with an unfamiliar stern and dark note to it.
"Don't struggle, and don't turn around. Do as you're told, and you won't be hurt." He spoke calmly, slowly and deliberately.
A moment passed after which the grip started to loosen slightly. She tensed equally at the slacking of his muscles. He sensed this and immediately retightened his grip and growled, "I mean it. Do as you are told, and this doesn't have to be difficult. Now unlock the door."
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It had all started many months before while they were away on an extended weekend for Patrick's 50th birthday celebration.
The two of them had been talking over oysters and wine on a patio in Halifax enjoying light conversation and the pleasant buzz of good wine. With the warmth of early summer pouring over them.
They were talking about their relationship, the past and the future, and the topic had come around to their sex life. Exactly how, who can remember, but it did. She'd shared in a light and supportive way that she was getting tired of the routine that had settled in after more than a decade living together. He couldn't fault Nicole. It HAD become routine. Perhaps once a week, sometimes skipping a week but sometimes a second round over the weekend, almost always in the morning before getting out of bed to start the day.
They talked about their individual sexual interests dancing around them some, feeling each other out but not getting into great depth.
Somewhere in there, she mentioned her fantasy and desire around an experience of "light rape". Not actual rape of course, but to play with forced sex within the trust of their relationship. It was almost an offhand remark, but it took Patrick a little by surprise, and he, being nervous about anything approaching the idea of rape in any form acknowledged what she'd shared, but didn't press further. The conversation moved on in its easy way, and as the flow of the evening continued, the idea fell from Patrick's mind.
A few months later, after attending a couple's workshop where some deep sharing had taken place between them, it was clear that a new level of trust was building between Patrick and Nicole.
While thinking about her, Patrick suddenly had the thought of Nicole's spoken fantasy percolate up through the murk. He wasn't sure if he was remembering right, but there it was, seemingly, this idea that she might have brought up the rape fantasy as something she wanted to explore. Could that be? How could he forget something like that? There wasn't THAT much alcohol involved at the time, but the conversation in Halifax had been so wide-ranging back then, and several months had passed so he really wasn't sure.
He thought about bringing it up many times over the following weeks and on into the Christmas holidays, but wasn't able to work up the courage or find an appropriate time.
This idea of rape play was so complicated to him. He didn't want to look at it too closely, or rather, he was afraid to. He had the fear of what it might mean about him, but at the same time, if this was something she really wanted, then he was the only one who could do that for her and have her feel both the risk and the safety of their newly building trust.
Then, for New Years, they decided to expand their relationship further by sharing an MDMA experience quietly at home while the world around them rang in the change of the year.
During their hours-long trip, the conversation flowed easily again. Ranging widely and comfortably with soft ambient music playing in the background and Christmas lights dazzling the eyes with the help of the molecule.
Then they got to a point where he was comfortable enough, and the conversation had wandered into the right territory where he thought it was finally time to revisit her statement from months before.
"Ok, I have something to ask you." He offered.
"Ok" she responded, watching him closely and with a soft expectancy.
"It's about one of our conversations in Halifax" he continued.
She perked slightly at this, and stared softly at him while she waited.
The conversation halted for long moments as words caught in his mouth and he worked to get out the query.
"I wanted to check to see if I am remembering something correctly."
More waiting, and him fighting to get his words out.
"Uhhh...this is hard" he stammered, "so I'm just going to say it".
Another short pause.
"Did you.... Did you say you fantasized about and wanted to explore... I think you said "light-rape"?" he finally spit out.
"Yes I did." She responded softly, with an apparent bit of relief to have the question finally in front of her and an answer in front of him.
From there the conversation continued. She elaborated slightly about being taken roughly in the kitchen "among other things", and he talked about how loaded it felt and how he wasn't sure about how to approach it because of all the societal messaging and his own fears about what it would mean about him if he actually found himself enjoying it.
Slowly the conversation moved on and while there were no deep details shared further on the specifics, at least he had clarity that she was in fact interested in playing out a fantasy, regardless of how he felt about it. This would bear more thought, conversation, and quite a bit of introspection.
Over the following weeks, the subject of trust and communication came up between them frequently, and it was clear that they had never been in a better place in their relationship when it came to those parts.
Patrick decided that it was time for him to give this some serious thought and gave himself permission to explore the ideas of consensual non-consent and rape play. Figuring out how to approach it with her and starting to examine his own thoughts and reactions to the ideas.
As he explored within and allowed himself to think about potential scenarios, he found an excitement building. Knowing that this was about play helped him to make it OK for himself. He even tried mental experiments where he actually put himself in the position of anger, frustration and other darker feeling to try to get into the mind of an actual rapist to see if there was a draw there for him, and he discovered to his relieve that there was no dark appeal there directed towards Nicole or anyone else. No seductive draw to dominate someone and hold power over them causing fear and hurt....but in the spirit of mutual play... well this started to sound like fun!
Once he became comfortable with his own reactions, Patrick was then able to start to embellish on scenarios and hit upon some ideas for some experiences he might give her. Of course, if Nicole enjoyed herself, then he would be fed as well and enjoy himself too.
Eventually he sat her down with a long list of questions to explore exactly what sorts of ideas she had envisioned, how much creative latitude he had in defining her experience, and setting myriad parameters, rules, boundaries and safety mechanisms, all the while the communication continued to strengthen their trust in each other.
Then he set about his plans....
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Her WhatsApp notification chimed BING!. She looked down and was surprised to see the name "X" in the notification. Huh???
[ I've been watching you Nicole. ] it said. Her heart stopped.
BING!
[ I first heard you getting fucked by your husband though your open window. ]
BING!
[ You should really be more careful. There are kids on your street you know. ]
